Ever seen a lost goat? When a goat thinks it is lost, it runs around in a panic, screaming madly for the herd. I've seen goats step around the barn, lose line of sight on the other goats, and run around like this for fifteen minutes before figuring out the herd is only a few feet away. The herd ignores the panicked goat entirely, unless the lost goat is young enough for its mama to care. As a lost goat, where better to find other goats than on the seemingly endless plain of the blogosphere?

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

After running around after the cows in the cold, I am just too tired to try my recipe tonight. Fortunately, I have a wonderful husband who is making me twice-baked potatoes instead. So I am relaxing after a nice hot bath with a bottle of Can Blau 2007 while someone else cooks me dinner. I'll give you the results of my debris tomorrow.

In the meantime, we had our first calf born on the farm today, and he is the spitting image of his daddy. We had to pull him, but he came out fine. I forgot my camera today, but there should be pics tomorrow.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

We harvested three goats today - one for a customer and two for me. I am a big fan of what around here we call the debris. That's the liver, the heart, the kidneys, and the other random organs that my processor gives me that I have no clue about. My mother is from Kansas, and apparently her mother never touched stuff like this. So I am having to figure it out on my own. I am going to try this recipe for the liver and the heart.

But it calls for on overnight marinade, which I am already cheating on by using red wine instead of vinegar. But, for tonight, I saved myself one liver lobe, which I cooked on medium heat for about 10 mins, covered in Tony's, turned the heat up to high for a min and a half, and ate with my fingers.